Publisher's blurb

Few monsters are more terrifying than the fleshweaver. The staccato clicking, insect-like sounds that accompany every movement of this creature can be extremely disquieting to anyone unaccustomed to them. Those who have the unfortunate pleasure of meeting a fleshweaver are usually never heard from again. When they are, only their skinless bodies are found. What happens to the skin of the victims of this evil fiend, only a few souls dare to guess. A fleshweaver is a nightmarish aberration that seems to have come from the darkest corners of one’s mind. Often naked, this twisted reject of the arcane magic that created it is an unnatural combination of a dreadful-looking head attached to a humanoid torso, four large arthropod legs, and arms that end in a wide three fingered insect-like appendage. The scorched, misshapen, and malformed skin of the fleshweaver wraps tightly upon its body, as if barely fitting the creature’s form. Its skin, marked by the painful way the fleshweaver was brought to life, also tells the tale of countless battles fought against those who have fallen victim to it.